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Invading Spaces: the Warrior Way

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Unexpected Incognito



She was wearing a white wife beater when they walked into the clothing store. Everyone scattered going to the different racks, checking out the clothes. She walked through the store not interested in any of the items when a black tank top with a cross on the top left side of the top caught her eye. She walked towards it, inspecting the front and back. The backside had the same design running through the vertical length with the cross in the middle. She loved the style and thought to try it on and see how it looks on her. She walked into the dressing room, took off her white wife beater and slipped on the black one. The fit was perfect, she decided to buy it. She thought to keep it on since it looked better than the white one. Putting the white one into her purse, she walked out of the dressing room and headed towards the register to pay for it. Her friends were gathering together when the thought passed her mind if she was to walk out of the store without paying for it, would anyone notice?


A rush of paranoia ran through her body. ‘It’s not right, I’m going to pay for it right now, I don’t want to deal with the karmic energy. But I can’t let go of this feeling, I want to go through it all the way’ she thought. ‘Fuck it! I’m gonna do it.’ All the while, observing everyone in the store, accessing if her plan can go through, ‘Piece of cake.’ She’s feeling the exhilaration growing inside her body. Under her shirt, she’s trying to prevent her heartbeat from skyrocketing, and giving her secret away. Amongst her friends and the numerous other customers, she looks at the cashier, and the other two retailers she had noticed when they first walked into the store. Making small talk with her friends, they all headed out of the store. They walked a few feet away, inconspicuously she looked back making sure no one was after her when she felt a strong sense of relief, of achievement. That heavy feeling had turned into a soft, tingly almost numbing sensation on her skin and her heart was beating a different beat, calmer, not as intense and life threatening as she was feeling a few minutes ago inside the store. She though it was a piece of cake because not even any one of her three friends had even noticed the change of color of her shirt from white to black.



Carolena Sabah welcomes any comments or questions.